Quotes from Markus Zusak

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you have finished just to stay near it

There were reasons to leave, and reasons to stay, and all of it was the same.

There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.

You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world does not deserve them.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

We skip the moments like stones.

Es el tipo de cosas que nunca sabré o llegaré a comprender: de qué son capaces los humanos.

The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it. It's the ones in between that test you. They're the ones that bring questions with them.

Of course I told him about you, Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it

Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.

El corazón de los humanos no es como el mío. El de los humanos es una línea, mientras que el mío es un círculo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La consecuencia es que siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir. - La Muerte

God. Twice I speak it. I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. But it's not your job to understand. That's me who answers. God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers? Your job is to... And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.